Twin Emperors, Alliance Grandpa Is Here [Daily 10k, Please Subscribe]

While the Alliance forces were slacking off in the ruins of An'qiraj, the Horde had once again clashed with the Twin Emperors.

This time, Saurfang was more cautious. He sent out his elite squads to hold back the two bosses, then kept them apart, finally neutralizing their ability to heal whenever they drew close to each other.

But one was immune to physical attacks and the other to magic, and they switched positions every so often. This shameless fighting style made the Orcs suffer terribly. Fortunately, the Horde had plenty of musclebound warriors. Whenever one was sent flying or killed, someone else quickly stepped up. The Shamans and witch doctors desperately supported them from the rear, barely managing to stabilize the battle line.

Yet casualties were still unavoidable. The Magic Emperor's Arcane Blast in particular blasted the Orcs into howling agony. Corpses carpeted the ground.

"This won't work, Saurfang! If this keeps up, we won't be able to hurt those two monsters, while our casualties will only keep growing!" An Orc captain ran over and loudly complained to Saurfang.

Saurfang looked at the fallen Orcs strewn across the ground, his heart aching as well. He gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "I'll lead one more assault myself. If that still doesn't work, we'll have no choice but to retreat. The Great Chieftain sent us here to earn glory, but we've accomplished nothing. How could we possibly show our faces before him?"

The Old Orc picked up his battle axe with a grim expression. Leading several personal guards, he charged forward while shouting, "Lok'tar ogar!"

The mood infected every Orc. Cries of "Lok'tar ogar!" rose and fell as they launched their final charge at the twin monsters.

The Orcs attacked the twins madly. One group died, and another stepped over their